Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Nico,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.